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20 Feb 2008, Comments Off on Hooves, galloping, fading into distance

Hooves, galloping, fading into distance

Author: Helen

Twisty is blogging at I blame the Patriarchy again.

She’s been gone for a long time, and here’s why.

Well her jeans they get like a wet saddle blanket
And her boots are like you’d figure
And her car is full of hay
Horses, humans if she had to rank it
You’d bet on they that canter
And them that need fly spray

And you see i don’t see her much since she started with horses
No i don’t see her much since she started to ride

Go boys, tell ’em all about it!

(guitar)

Cantle and fetlock, barrel and mane
Don’t see her much since she started to train

Cannon bone, knee bone, forearm and arm
I don’t see her much when she heads for the barn
And she’s so satisfied when she’s riding and drinking
She must just love that smell of the barn i would say
She’s so satisfied when she’s grooming and graining
And she’s tired in the evening and she’s gone in the day

And no i don’t see her much since she started with horses
No i don’t see her much since she started to ride.

Yee-haaaaah!